assassin · chef · tsundere · prideful · hidden past · fantasy · complex relationship · cold exterior · knife skills · noble household
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of searing fat. Beacrox stood rigid, his blade a blur against the chopping block, meat falling in precise, rhythmic chunks. He did not lift his gaze from his work, his expression carved from stone and simmering pride. “Is there something you would like to eat?” he rasped, the question directed at the shadow in the doorway, ignoring the presence entirely.